for as long as she had been alive, theresa adler wasn't very social. she always remained in the background, and preferred it that way. to many people around her, this was a bad habit, something that would hurt her as she grew up, but what they didn'...
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I. Overheard Conversations
THE LIBRARY WASN'T EMPTY LIKE IT NORMALLY WAS, students from all years were walking around the place, grabbing books from off the shelves or trying to complete their homework.
Almost every table in the library was filled with students studying for their final tests before they would get to leave for their winter break.
While most tables were crammed with people, the small table in the corner of the library was the only one that was nearly all empty besides the one female seated there.
Most of the tables in the library were always well maintained, this was the only broken one. The desk was chipped, and multiple cracks were running through the chair, words were graffiti-ed on the table-top with horribly drawn doodles.
Seated on the chair was the female, her head buried in a book. Or at least, that is what it seemed like. From a distance, it would have seemed that the girl was intensely reading the words written on the page, as you could barely see her face from behind the book.
If anyone had dared to come closer to her, though, they would have seen her eyes were barely on the page, but instead, they were looking around the packed library, changing directions every couple of seconds.
Her eyes slowed down, resting upon a girl with a yellow tie around her neck that was writing away furiously on her parchment. There was no doubt that this girl was Hufflepuff.
The girl seated in the corner of the library studied the Hufflepuff's behaviour, examining how the girl's current state, the honey-blonde hair of the female was disheveled like she had raked her fingers through it multiple times, her hazel eyes had bags under them as if she hadn't slept in days. Her eyes were puffy and red as wrote on her paper.
Examining the girl for a little longer, the female in the corner of the library felt a small smile play on her lips. The Hufflepuff was a seventh year, no doubt, and from what she could tell, the blonde had procrastinated until the last minute to complete her homework and was now on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
That's when she noticed the first tear roll down the girl's face. There it was. The breakdown was slowly starting. Tearing her eyes away from the Hufflepuff, the girl in the library moved her eyes to the aisle right in front of her.
Resting her gaze upon the other female and boy in the aisle, the girl watched. From what she could tell, the boy was a Ravenclaw while the girl was a Gryffindor. The boy was only a couple steps away from the girl, who had just pulled a book off the shelf and was flipping through the pages.
Sitting at her table, the girl watched as the boy also grabbed a book of the shelf and flipped through a couple of pages, every couple of flips he would glance up at the girl before looking back down at his page.
